It was self-study after the afternoon class at 5 pm.
We would have dinner at 6 pm, so we had about an hour to spare.
As I turned the mechanical pencil and looked through the problem, I slowly turned my head without thinking.
Alan's place and its surroundings were all empty.
He disappeared after 1 pm.
Originally, he was a guy who skipped classes, so the teacher didn’t even find him.
I don’t know where he’d gone to.
Poke, poke.
Someone poked me in the back from behind as I looked at Alan's seat.
I was surprised and shivered.
When I turned my head to check, Kenta was holding a mechanical pencil.
Usually, when he had something to say, he would poke me with the eraser part of the mechanical pencil, but this time he poked me with the sharp edge.
As I turned my head with an annoyed face, a notebook came over.
[Pad krapow, go, go]
I replied with ‘okay’.
I heard the sound of the notebook moving busily behind and sideways.
It was not only me but the other kids also exchanging notes.
After a short while, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for dinner.
Kenta yelled as if he were a roaring lion.
“Who wants to go eat Pad krapow?!”
“Kenta is at it again.”
Some people got up and followed Kenta while giggling.
I followed hin as well while rummaging through my pockets for cash.
I was about to open the back door when it abruptly opened from the other side.
I made eye contact with Alan, who was entering the classroom with his hand stuck in his pocket.
The stench of cigarettes wrapped over me.
“Let’s go home.”
Alan said to me, tilting his head.
Kenta looked at me as if he was planning to run away again.
I clenched my hand, which was clutching the money.
I was forced to be taken during lunchtime, but I won’t go this time.
I said it clearly with determination.
“I’m not going home now. I’m going to eat Pad krapow.”
Alan’s expression was strange.
He laughed as he pursed his lips. He then pouted, unable to keep his lips closed.
“Are you kid? What with the Pad krapow. Let’s go home. I’ll buy you something delicious.”
I shook my head.
“I’m doing night self-study, so I can’t go home anyway.”
Only then did Alan’s expression harden.
He asked back as if he couldn’t believe it.
“ Night self-study?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you leaving at 10?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm.”
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Romance"Let's slowly become adults." Jeff Thanapon, who was in school, suffered from the heat and had to leave early. He runs across Alan Hemmawich, a well-known bully in the alley on his way home. Jeff, who is afraid of him, attempts to walk pass him as i...
